This is a hard one to answer so I'm going to wait on actually voting due to the fact that I don't really remember and I have almost an obsession and fear to figure some things out before answering, with a goal of being nothing short of accurate and honest.
I'm also not sure that I understand the question. It's generally straightforward and simple questions that befuddle me, whereas more complex questions are easier for me to answer. :rolleyes: I can only imagine how ridiculous this sounds.
Anyhow, for some period of time or another, initial therapy consisted of family therapy where my sister and my abusers sat intimidatingly across from us, with my intimidating, obsessed and frequently psychotic step dad glaring at us - until I couldn't stand it anymore and turned my chair around to face the wall. This counseling did not last long as neither my sister nor I comprehended us being grossly abused and neglected.
And, thereafter our fear, anger and our such behavioral problems, being held exclusively accountable, with us to be ganged up on and tagged deficient while being blamed for their such abuses and neglect, as well as for our reactions to such dangerous and neglectful living for which we didn't know how to escape.
So at 13/14, under such circumstances, I was my more natural self and timid and meek, very shy, quiet and observant and lived often in my head. I told them nothing that would either later further threaten my life at home or possibly put me in a position where the psychologist or counselor would mistakenly believe my deceptive step-father or deluded mother. I don't really think that I believed I had the right, nor had the capability to speak honestly. I was riddled with fears and shame.
I don't recall the entirety nor outcome of any of this contact with that or those professionals.
The next help sought, I exclusively initiated, at 18 while attempting to find help for a most severe eating disorder that was so incredibly intolerable and out of control. The outcome of that was one, two or three visits of gathering information concerning the unmanage-ability of my eating disorder as well as insurance and this abruptly discontinued when my insurance didn't qualify and cover - after all.